never in my romantic history have i ever felt the need to “rebound.” i’ve found comfort and brief closure from my last break-up. but just recently i was talking to a friend about it… about how sometimes i’ll just lie awake in bed at night, thinking about someone’s hand to hold. i’ll be walking home from school, wanting someone to be missing me. it’s a strange but lonely characteristic of being the “ex.”

so now i’ve thought it over. i need to seek a slight smile from a phone call. i need someone temporary. i need a fling. not a crazy, mad loving, two-day weekend in maui type of fling. but a nice one to bring solace to that lonely ache in the pit of my stomach, a rebound where no strings are attached and no reputation can be damaged. does that sound too hormonal to the ears of the monogamous? yes. i like it.